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Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921.

“Still Was the Evening”

Victor Hofman (1882–1911)

STILL was the evening of the ball,

The summer ball, with dancers wending

Where ancient linden shadows fall

Upon the river steeply bending;

Where in the trees the breezes breathe

And willows droop like drowsy dreamers;

Where it seemed beautiful to wreathe

The lanterns and the colored streamers.

A languorous waltz of slow retreatings,

A waltz that singing hardly sounded;

And many faces, many meetings,

Soft clouds like women’s shoulders rounded.

The river looked a sculptured stream,

Serenely the whole heaven holding,—

A fluent and enchanted dream

Of joyous miracles unfolding.

A crimson mantle, golden-bright,

Upon the clouds the sun was flinging;

The dream-swept waltz was drowned in light,

And calling through the dusk and singing.

A languorous waltz beside the river,

And many meetings, many faces,

And near cheeks’ warmth, and lovely quiver

Where eyelash with curved eyelash laces.